A girl stepped out, furious. Her heels clicked against the wet pavement as she marched toward him, eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell! Are you blind?" A man stepped out slowly, tall and calm, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word. She brows furrowed as she looked him up and down, clearly expecting an apology. But he just stood there silent. "Tum jante ho kitni costly car hai ye? Tumhe pata nhi, kitna nuksaan hua hei?" Still nothing. His silence only fueled her anger. "Aur tum sorry tk nhi bologe? kya tumhe pta bhi h, kisse baat kr rhe ho tum?" The rain continued to fall between them, but he remained unaffected calm, composed, almost dangerous. With a sharp glare, she turned on her heel and walked back. "Next time, watch were you're going." --------------------------------------------------- She: "Are you blind or do you always walk like you own the building?" He looked at her, slightly amused. He: "Correction, sweetheart I do own it. Tumhara sense of direction hi kharab hai." Her eyes narrowed instantly. She: "Sweetheart? Dream on. Us attitude ko thoda fold karke pocket mein rakh lo, Mr. Nobody." His's smirk deepened. He: "Nobody? You'll remember this 'Nobody' for sure." ---------------------------------- All rights reserved by @Manvii_writs and @vidii_writs

A single moment in a crowded corridor was never meant to change anything. But when Ananya Sharma's path crosses with Aarav Kapoor, something unfamiliar begins to stir a quiet feeling neither of them understands. It isn't love. Not yet. It's softer... deeper... an emotion that grows in the silence between their words. Between friendship, misunderstandings, and moments that linger longer than they should, their story slowly unfolds not with grand confessions, but with a connection their hearts recognize before they do. Because some stories aren't written in words... they're written in ehsaas.